Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Horny and angry.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

At the close of work, Jared was already waiting outside the restaurant to drive me home.

"Your Mr. perfect is here," Rebecca announced, her head peeking through my office door.

"Go away, Rebecca," I replied smiling.

"Alright, alright," Rebecca giggled and left.

I hurriedly parked up as I would rather not keep Jared waiting. Walking outside, I met him leaning on his car, waiting for me.

"And how was work today, Mrs. Smith?" He asked, the moment I got to him.

"Hectic as usual."

"You wouldn't stop if I asked you to, right?" He teased, taking my handbag.

"Not in this world," I responded. My job was my life, and I couldn't imagine life without my profession.

"Here, let me help you get in," he said, outstretching his other hand. I took it, and got into the set beside the drivers.

Jared got in beside me, strapping his seat belt in place. I expected him to start the car, but he turned to me instead, a serious expression on his face.

"Arielle," he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. "I haven't been much of a good husband to you lately. I know that. All I ask is for your understanding. It's... it's because I'm looking out for Sofia."

The words made my stomach churn. I could already feel my defenses rising. "I won't be able to forgive myself if something bad happens to her," Jared continued, his facial expression unreadable. "She's in my care. My family, her family-everyone expects me to protect her, like I always have. I know I've never explained this to you, but Sofia's mother saved my mom's life, Arielle. That's how our families became connected. I've never told you this before because I didn't want to burden you with it. But it seems... my way wasn't right. I'm sorry, love."

Every other thing Jared said faded into the background, as I pondered on his revelation. This must explain his deep loyalty and zeal to look out for Sofia.

despite everything else, this sense of obligation had grown into something larger, something that always pulled Jared toward Sofia. It explained his overprotectiveness, his guilt, his inability to see beyond his debt of

Jared

yes," I responded, blinking. I didn't realize I had zoned

gaze more intense now, searching

think you might be indulging her a little too much? I mean, I understand you two have a past together, your families are friends, and you feel the need to protect because of her mother's act of kindness in the past, but I still think you should set

needy, but trust me she was never like this. She's pregnant, and the

brat in actual sense, but I held myself. Jared was trying, and it would be cruel to escalate things further. I was too tired.

Will you be a little patient and lenient

away. Sofia was unpredictable, and I can't make promises that

his gaze darkening as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "Come on, Arielle," he murmured, his voice rich

promise anything. If she is not on her best behavior, I wouldn't

his head, his lips pressing against the soft skin of my neck. I

my skin, his breath warm and teasing as he traced the curve of my neck. "Promise?" he whispered,

movement with his tongue, and this time, I could not help the helpless

surrender, when he left my neck

capturing my lips in his. The kiss was hot, ravenous, aggressive. I lost my sense of reasoning at that

good. How could I have forgotten how good foreplay, romance, and even sex with Jared was? He was an expert in matters of the bed, and he always left me satiated after every session of love

Jared reached for my blouse, and cupped

it low, you don't want anyone walking up on us making out in your restaurant

body aching with need as I thrust my chest

his phone cut through the air, halting our sexual escapade. Jared froze, and let

the phone rang again, and Jared groaned, leaning away from me. He took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, and his face fell. "What's

hesitated, before responding, "It's

in the car. I proceeded to straighten

"I'm sorry, Arielle. We..."

home, please?" I said, my voice cold

he responded and straightened

and angry. Of all the times to call, Sofia had to call in the middle of a make out. Making me wonder if she